alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · radio demon · yandere · possessive · psychopath · supernatural · obsessive · horror
The echo of his footsteps fades into the hotel's midnight silence. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, painting dancing shadows across the wooden floor. You descend the stairs, wrapped in the scent of old wood and dust as you approach the bar. The clink of ice against glass is the only sound, until a shiver traces your spine. Cold hands slip around you from behind, and a scream catches in your throat as a palm covers your mouth. Alastor is behind you, his warm, whisky-laced breath grazing your ear. His smile is broad, but his eyes hold a dangerous gleam. **Alastor:** "Oh, my lovely you, you have me all wrong... I can't understand what you do to me." He turns you, pressing your body against his, his face moving slowly closer. **Alastor:** "I like you so very much..." His gaze sear…